roar
Thursday, August 14th, 2008roar
by Wolfgang Nibori
dive, dive, dive, slice water inslide
thrushing whisper through channels of the ears
penetrating gravity to sink softly under fear
i push away the invisible wall once again
if only to transform liquid into oxygen
so i may breathe. below the sea.
i wish not my eyes a’burn. all sound now inside me.
i’m pawing for something, gazing for meaning
the sea of fetishes overwhelms me
you. you. you. the doll-rubber. you.
power to the smuggler. stolen. fetish.
forced imagery. manipulated thoughts.
always eating pictures. choking on the thoughts
so i can breathe. stolen. under this sea.
i told you to slice. did you do it?
well did you or not? fetish. disassembled plot.
pulsing blink of fish glow. ever swimming neon arrow.
flick the tail. disappear. stolen. buried. far from here.
oh, down, down, down. stolen fetish disassembled
down, down, down betwix the glowing gape of ichthine jaws
bite and tear. bite and tear. stolen fetish angel.
all is eating. endless digestion. no sense focus on the product in a world of coprophiliacs.
your sex ratio equation. x y algebraic madness.
equate all to fetishes like your parents micromanaged.
this is why all must die. this why all falls down.
this is the senseless end of heirarchal misauthority.
back to the surface, i leave you for the sea.
you know a strange man promised that you’d never follow me.
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